The job change is a bizarre and calamity; the nation begs me to tone it down.

To put it bluntly, at this moment...

These special envoys from the Star Council arrived with their noses in the air and were incredibly arrogant; now, as they leave, they are utterly pathetic and make a complete fool of themselves.

As special envoys of the council, they usually rely on their status and top-notch equipment to win games in various remote divine realms and act arrogantly.

But when faced with a truly deadly and terrifying being, they value their lives more than anyone else.

interest?

Parliament's glory?

Do not make jokes.

What use are these empty titles if you're dead?

Their only thought right now is to escape this star system as quickly as possible, and get as far away as possible.

As for what exactly this black mist is, we'll just report it to the council leaders when we get back.

……

On the teleportation platform of the Feathered Spirit Hub.

Watching those parliamentary starships disappear into the depths of space in an almost desperate manner.

The heads of the six ruling families finally let out a long sigh of relief.

"call……"

Terence raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead. His shoulders, which had been as tense as a rock, finally relaxed completely.

"Tch... I thought these special envoys from the Star Council were tough guys, but they're just a bunch of opportunistic cowards."

Ozheimer's patriarch, Borg, sneered, smoothing his somewhat disheveled curly hair as he spoke with a mocking tone.

I finally vented my anger at being scolded like a grandson by these special envoys during the communication.

Upon hearing Borg's words, the other family heads also smiled knowingly.

The atmosphere immediately became much more relaxed.

"Brother Borg, watch your words. He's an envoy sent by Parliament, after all. If word gets out, our Ashmerkrin will really be labeled as disrespectful."

Terence quickly shook his head and chuckled.

"What a load of rubbish!"

Borg spat and waved his hand dismissively: "Look at how scared they were just now, they probably never want to set foot in our Starfall Divine Realm again. Even if they had a few times the courage, would they dare to go around telling everyone about how they humiliated themselves here today?"

"The Borg patriarch is right."

Terence took a deep breath and looked into the distance with a profound gaze: "No matter what, at least we've made it through this most difficult hurdle."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

This is indeed the case.

Their biggest concern was that the parliamentary envoy would insist on forcibly entering the Dark Star System for investigation.

Once they discover Lord Gu Xu's existence, the entire Starfall Divine Realm will immediately become a meat grinder for the power struggles of various forces in the universe.

But now, the situation is completely different.

These special envoys were severely punished by the black mist unconsciously emitted by Lord Gu Xu.

He almost lost his life.

As long as these six families stick to their guns and continue to insist that it was a forbidden zone left behind by the ancient beast uprising, those special envoys who have suffered great losses will definitely not dare to provoke this trouble again.

In addition, there was a terrifying black mist that could instantly devour even the mental power of high-level professionals, serving as a natural barrier.

No matter how much the Star Council suspects, it's impossible for them to know what kind of indescribable great being is hidden deep within the black mist.

The crisis has been temporarily averted.

As the weight lifted from their hearts, the expressions on the faces of the family heads gradually shifted from relief to deep awe.

They turned their gaze back to the porthole.

It was cast towards that deep black mist that seemed to have existed since time immemorial, stretching across the starry sky.

"Gentlemen..."

After a long pause, Terence swallowed hard, lowering his voice as if afraid of disturbing something: "How long do you think it will take for Lord Gu Xu to emerge from this black mist?"

The question caused a brief silence to fall over the entire platform once again.

Who knows?

Borg sighed, his eyes filled with complex emotions: "Maybe tomorrow, maybe a month, maybe... several eras."

"How can we possibly fathom the time concept of the ancient rulers?"

The old foxes exchanged glances, all seeing the same ambition and determination in each other's eyes.

Now that we've decided to cling to this incredibly powerful ally, we must show the utmost sincerity.

"Since we don't know when Lord Gu Xu will show up, we can't just wait around."

Terence cleared his throat, drawing everyone's attention back to him, his expression becoming extremely serious: "Gentlemen, it's time to put the matters we discussed in our emergency meeting into practice."

"You mean... the aid plan for the Blue Star plane?"

Borg looked at him and immediately picked up the conversation.

"That's right."

Terence nodded, his tone becoming increasingly solemn: "Lord Gu Xu hails from Blue Star, which is his home planet. Although for such a great being, a low-level plane may not mean much."

"But what we need to do is show sincerity!"

"Moreover, Lord Gu Xu himself resolved the trouble for us, so it's only right and proper to give him a corresponding return!"

After these words were spoken, everyone nodded in agreement once again.

Everyone knew perfectly well that they were not qualified to please Gu Xu personally, and they couldn't even get close to that black mist.

But currying favor with Gu Xu's hometown is a real pledge of allegiance!

"That's true, Terence lives in the Terence family..."

A short while later, Dianbo nodded and declared with great enthusiasm, "I propose that we not only provide aid, but we must also truly bleed money!"

"Therefore, my Ozheimer family is willing to provide three high-grade star crystal veins and directly dispatch a fleet to transport them there, helping to improve the dimensional environment of Earth!"

"Three? Borg, you old bastard, you're way too stingy!"

The head of the Karsa family, Bissen, immediately jumped out, his face full of disdain: "That's Lord Gu Xu's home planet! I'll offer five star crystal veins!"

"Two planetary-level defense matrix arrays!"

"Heh, I thought you were really generous? Turns out you only have this much junk?"

"What's a defense matrix? Earth has the Heart of the Sun; they don't lack defense at all! What they lack most right now is an upgrade to their power system! Resources for advancing professionals are the most important thing!"

In an instant, the originally solemn and majestic Feather Spirit Hub teleportation platform was transformed into a bustling vegetable market.

These six heads of ruling families, who are usually aloof and would fight tooth and nail for even the smallest resources, are now acting as if they are holding some kind of crazy charity auction.

Everyone rushed to contribute their wealth, afraid that if they didn't give enough, they would be outdone by the future "new king".